Well, see, that niggly feeling? It wouldn’t go away, no matter how long I left it. My boobs hurt. I was soooooo tired. I had enough spots to rival any unwashed 15 yr old boy. I felt… different. But in an all-too-familiar way.
And the period didn’t arrive at the weekend as promised.
So. I finally trotted off to the chemist, and got me a couple of white sticks. It was 4.30 in the afternoon, the boys were home from school, C was catching up with them all in the lounge. I thought I’d give it a go, just to put my mind at rest.
Wee.
Leave it for 3 minutes… wandered off, came back in 2.
Checked.
Two blue lines. TWO???
Bugger.
Buggerbuggerbuggger.
Looks like we’re having a fourth baby after all then.
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